Novels by Inked Angel

I kept my mouth on her for another few seconds, just long enough to feel her thighs start to lock around my head like she was fighting not to tip over the edge.Then I pulled back, wiped my chin with the back of my hand and just stared at her for a moment. She was laid out face-down on my couch with her wrists still bound behind her and her ass was raised high. "Fuck, Bailey," I said as I ran my palm up the back of her thigh, letting her feel the heat of my hand. "You look so beautiful like this."She made a small sound and her fingers flexed against the knot I’d tied. I leaned over her with my chest to her back and kissed the side of her neck where her hair had fallen aside."Do you trust me?" I asked against her ear."Yes," she breathed. "I do.""Good."I slipped my fingers under the knot, tugged the thin fabric free before turning her over onto her back and settling between her spread thighs. I shoved my shorts down my thighs and leaned in. My cock pressed against her stomach and

It was Saturday. And like we’d agreed, this was the day Bailey was supposed to come over.I was nervous as hell.I couldn't remember feeling that kind of jittery mess in all my thirty two years. Not even when I was sitting outside the exam hall waiting to hear if I’d passed the bar, or the night I got down on one knee in front of Freya with that stupid little velvet box shaking in my hand. This was a different kind of nervous.I'd already showered twice because I kept breaking out in a sweat for no damn reason, even with the AC cranked up high. I'd ditched my usual button-down for a pair of loose shorts and a thin tank top, anything to stop feeling like I was burning up from the inside.The doorbell rang.My pulse kicked up so fast I actually had to stop and breathe for a second. She was here. Right on time. I wiped my palms on my shorts, walked over and opened the door.There she stood on my front step, looking up at me with those big gray eyes that always made my brain glitch in cl

"Wrap your hand around the base," I told her gently. "Not too tight. Good. Now lean in and lick the tip."Her pink tongue darted out to taste me. The first warm swipe made me grit my teeth. She was clumsy, a little hesitant, but so eager. She swallowed my cock a little more, then pulled back like she was scared she was doing it wrong."Am I… am I doing it right?" she whispered, looking up at me with those big innocent eyes."You’re perfect," I said in a rough voice. "Now take the head in your mouth and suck lightly. Use your tongue on the underside while you do it."She opened her mouth and slid her lips around me. Warm, wet heat enveloped the tip. She sucked gently, and I had to fight not to groan out loud."Deeper if you can," I said quietly. "Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose."She took more of me, then gagged softly when I hit the back of her throat. She was a quick learner. Within minutes, she was bobbing her head and getting a rhythm down. The feeling of her mouth was

☆ROMAN☆I’d never been one to hold back when I wanted something, but with Bailey, everything felt different.Things between us had settled into this perfect, addictive rhythm that left me half-crazed every single day. She’d show up at my office door after her last lecture, with her cheeks already pink like she knew exactly what we were about to do. The moment I locked that door, the world outside ceased to exist.I’d kiss her until her lips were swollen, then drop to my knees and eat her sweet little pussy until she was biting her own hand to stay quiet. In return she’d wrap those soft, fingers around my cock and jerk me off with this shy concentration that made me lose my mind.Every time I felt her tremble and come on my tongue I had to fight the urge to bend her over my desk and fuck her raw. I wanted it so bad my teeth ached but I held back for her sake.I had figured out pretty quickly that she was a virgin. It had shocked the hell out of me. Twenty-two years old and completely

He leaned back against his desk, looking at me with those deep blue eyes. For a second I thought he was going to pull me close again right away. Instead he nodded toward the chair in front of his desk."Sit down, Bailey." He said.I walked over on shaky legs and lowered myself into the chair, smoothing my skirt over my thighs."Have you started your assignment?" He asked.My heart sank a little. Is that why he called me here? To talk about the assignment? After everything that happened two days ago, after that kiss and the way he said he liked me for a long time… he just wanted to go back to studying like normal? Disappointment settled in my chest. I tried not to show it, but I could feel my shoulders droop a bit."Yes, I have." I answered quietly. Roman watched me for a second, then smiled like he could read my mind. He pushed off the desk and walked toward me slowly."Two days is too long, Bailey. I’ve been thinking about you nonstop." He stopped right in front of me, close enough

☆BAILEY☆I couldn't stop thinking about Professor Roman Crowell from the moment I first laid eyes on him.The attraction I felt for him wasn't just a crush; it was an obsession that had taken root the second I stepped into his lecture hall. From that day, I was completely captivated.But honestly, who wouldn't feel that way about a guy like him?He was everything a man should be. He was impossibly handsome, successful, and easily the most brilliant mind at Langston College.But there was a catch. I wasn't the only one who was drooling over him. It felt like every person on campus—students and faculty alike—was vying for a piece of him. I wasn't just competing with girls my age; I was up against sophisticated staff members who actually had lives and careers to offer him.​I knew I had to be different to stand out. So, I became the perfect student. I studied until my eyes burned, I sat in the front row, and I made sure I was the first one to raise my hand. It worked. Slowly, he started

Kasey’s POV The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the reception, but the warmth I felt was entirely from the man beside me. We were finally husband and wife after two long years of waiting. My white dress still felt a little unreal against my skin, and every time I looked down at the simple gold band on my finger next to Landon’s, my stomach did a happy flip. This was it. Us. Forever. I spotted Darren and Ilya across the room, weaving through the crowd. My heart gave a quick, surprised squeeze. They actually showed up. I lifted my hand and waved them over. They noticed almost immediately and Darren nudged Ilya slightly before they both changed direction and made their way toward us. By the time they reached us, Darren was already smiling faintly. "Congratulations, you two." He beamed. "You came!" The words left my mouth before I could even stop them. I moved instinctively, stepping forward to him but Landon’s grip tightened, pulling me back against him before I could ev

Landon's POVI stood at the end of the aisle with my chest tight as hell, trying not to lose it right in front of everybody. Tears kept building up in my eyes no matter how much I blinked them back. I couldn’t help it.Fuck. Do not cry. Do not fucking cry.But Christ, she was a vision. The dress she was wearing wasn’t some puff of frothy lace. It was sleek like poured cream and hugged every curve I’d memorized in the dark. It had these long sleeves that went all the way to her wrists with delicate pearls that caught the light every time she breathed. The neckline dipped just enough to make my mouth go dry, and the skirt fell in a smooth, clean line to the floor, making her look like some elegant statue that had decided to walk. And the veil. A fucking cloud of tulle that hid her face from me, making me want to rip it off with my teeth.My eyes darted to the tiny hurricane in front of her. Hazel. Our two-year-old daughter. She was a perfect mini-Kasey from her riot of brown curls to t

Kasey’s POVHis lips pressed against mine softly."God, baby, you’re awake," he breathed against my mouth. "I’m so fucking glad. I thought—""I’m okay," I whispered, cutting him off before he could finish whatever dark thought had been sitting on his chest. I lifted my arms and hugged him as best as I could, wincing slightly when the IV line tugged at my arm."Are you hurt?" he asked quietly, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes moved all over my face like he was checking for damage. "Does anything hurt? Head? Stomach? Tell me—"Before I could even open my mouth to answer, Darren cleared his throat from the chair beside the bed."I’ll go grab the doctor now that you’re here," he said, already heading for the door."Thanks, man," Landon said without looking away from me.Once the door clicked shut behind Darren, Landon leaned in again and kissed me deeply. It felt like he was trying to make up for lost time, like every minute he’d spent thinking he might lose me had been bu

Kasey’s POVFor five days, I had lived with the quiet certainty that Landon was looking for me.It was the only thing that kept me from breaking completely. Every hour that dragged by, every time the door opened or footsteps echoed down the hall, a small part of me held on to that belief. He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t give up. He would find me.But I never thought he’d show up so soon, and definitely not like this: tied to a chair looking helpless while his uncle circled him like a shark.It almost felt like they had lured him here on purpose. Like they used me as bait and he swam right into the trap. My heart ached every time I caught a glimpse through the cracked door. I strained to hear what they were saying but their voices stayed low and muffled. Snatches of angry words floated in, but nothing clear enough to make sense of the back and forth.Then that bitch Kendra walked in. I watched her lean down and spit in Landon’s face before smacking him hard across the cheek. The sound of

"You don’t mean that. He’s still your brother. Why the hell do you want to see him lose everything?" I muttered under my breath.Andrew stopped pacing. His face twisted like I’d slapped him. "He made me lose everything too, you little shit," he snapped back. "I’ve spent years trying to pay him back. Ambushed his shipments, sent shooters after him and his whole damn family. Hell, I even risked going after William Antonellis himself, hoping the attack would wipe out Vince’s heir so he’d know exactly how it felt when he stole my life from me."My hands curled into fists against the ropes."You sick bastard," I growled. He leaned in closer. "But your old man’s been too fucking lucky every single time. Slipped through every trap. Until now. Look who’s got the upper hand, nephew. Me."My stomach turned over. All those attacks that took my brothers from us… this bastard had been behind them the whole time. Every funeral, every scar, every night I stayed up wondering who the hell was gunnin

Landon's POVThe first thing that hit me when he walked in wasn’t fear.It was confusion.I didn’t know who the hell I had expected to see but it sure as hell wasn’t him.For a split second, my brain told me it was my old man.Same height. Same build. Same sharp jaw. Same eyes that looked like they’d already judged you before you even opened your mouth. It was like staring at a version of my father that had been dragged through hell and left there a little too long.But then I actually looked at him and everything in me went cold. Because it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.My dad didn’t look at people like that. Not like they were something to break apart just to see how they worked. Not like they were already dead and just hadn’t realized it yet.This man did.I had never seen my old man’s twin before. I heard stories, yeah. Bits and pieces. Enough to know he existed. Enough to know he was bad news. But seeing him in the flesh? It was like someone had taken my father and twisted somethin

Raven's POVI never saw Dominic again. Not since that day, when I’d run from that room feeling like my skin was on fire.For the first week, I became a ghost in the club. I memorized his schedule, or what I thought was his schedule, and made damn sure I was anywhere but there. If he usually checked the stockroom at ten, I was serving drinks on the main floor at nine-fifty-five. If he took his lunch in the back office, I’d be on my break, hiding in the staff bathroom with my feet on the toilet seat so no one would see my shoes.I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time my pager buzzed, my heart tried to crawl out of my throat. This was it. He was calling me to his office to fire me. Or worse, drag me in there and make me look him in the eye while he told me exactly what kind of monster I was. I pictured it a hundred times; the cold stare, the way his jaw would lock, that low dangerous voice saying I’d crossed a line no one comes back from. Part of me almost wanted it. At le

Andrei shrugged, completely unbothered. That cocky grin was still in place. "I remember Bree because she's my favorite. The girl has got skills and she knows when to keep her mouth shut. And Pixie? I remember her because the dumb bitch tried to get into cahoots with your enemies. Nearly fucked you over with that information she was feeding them. I had to clean that mess up quietly, remember? So yeah, I keep tabs. It's my job, cousin. Your dick's business is my business when it threatens the empire." He said. I opened my mouth to tear into him again, but the soft click of heels interrupted. The flight attendant was back.Her blouse was still doing its best to contain her, and she’d unbuttoned one more button since the last time. It was subtle, but not subtle enough. She stopped beside my seat, leaning just enough that I caught the edge of black lace under white fabric."Gentlemen," she said. "We’re approximately thirty minutes from touchdown at Teterboro. The captain has turned on th

Dominic’s POVI lounged back in the wide leather seat of the Gulfstream and took a long swig of my drink. The steady hum of the engines drilled into my skull, reminding me of the fact that I was trapped thirty thousand feet in the air, away from the city’s grime and my own fucking thoughts. Andrei was sprawled in the seat beside me, already halfway through a glossy magazine featuring a spread on Italian supercars, a glass of whiskey balanced on his knee as he flipped the pages with lazy interest.We were somewhere over the Atlantic, headed back after handling some messy business in London, and instead of feeling relieved, a tight coil of anxiety kept winding in my chest. The closer we got to the city, the more my mind drifted to the club, and the less I wanted to walk back through those doors.The flight attendant appeared from the galley, with a tray balanced perfectly on one hand. Brunette,big tits straining against the tight white blouse of her uniform, and a pretty face painted j

I froze then smiled a little, thinking maybe he was teasing me. "What does it look like I’m doing, genius?" He shifted again, a shallow hitch catching in his chest before he could smooth it out. His fingers flexed where they rested at my lower back, the pads of them pressing in and easing off, like he wasn’t trying to move me at all, just checking that I was real. That he was real. "Why are you on top of me? Naked?" He asked. I blinked, still catching my breath, my hands resting on his chest. "What do you mean?" I murmured, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the chaos around us. But then he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows, and his eyes dropped between us. I felt him tense and very muscle locked up at once. He propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at where we were still joined. His cock had gone soft inside me, but the sight of it, of his cum starting to leak out around the edges, made his whole body go rigid. "Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered. Befo

So why did my chest ache with a pain that had nothing to do with vengeance?The look on his face kept pulling at me. That raw, unguarded agony. It unsettled me in a way I didn’t understand and cracked something open where rage was supposed to live. I had spent so long imagining him as a monster that I wasn’t prepared for this... this broken, human version of him.And I hated it.Because all I wanted in that moment was to make it go away. To wipe that look from his face and replace it with the cold, intimidating mask I knew. The one that made him easy to hate. Easy to destroy.This version? This one made my chest hurt.I didn’t know how to comfort men. That had never been my role.What I knew was how to undo them; how to unravel them with pleasure or end them with death. Those were the only languages I’d ever been taught.And since killing him wasn’t an option right now, I reached for the other weapon in my arsenal.My bare feet carried me across the rug, avoiding the spreading dark po

"You have to believe me, Pakhan. Come on. You’ve known me over ten years. Ten fucking years of loyalty. I’ve bled for you, taken bullets, buried bodies—whatever you asked. She’s been here... what? Three weeks? A month tops? You really think I’d lie to your face after everything?"He sounded desperate and his voice cracked at the edges. I almost felt sorry for him.Almost.Dominic didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned those dark eyes on me. "What do you have to say for yourself, Raven?"I took a shaky step closer to him. Not too close—I didn’t want to look like I was trying to seduce my way out of this—but close enough that he could see the tears still shining on my cheeks. I made my voice small and cracked, the way people sound when they’re about to break."I’ve never lied to you," I said quietly. "Not once. Everything I’ve told you so far? It checked out, right? The brother, the college, the way I showed up here… all of it was real. I get it if you pick him. You’ve known him fo